The koala looks like a bear. I do not care. That it is actually a marsupial. They are cute. A baby one could fit inside my boot. They eat eucalyptus leaves. They live in the trees.
When the sky is cast in golden. When there's light upon the stair. And our hearts begin to bolden. Over things that are not there. When the clouds are cast in rose. I feel the need to speak in prose. And when the sun shines over the plain. Shedding golden drops of rain. And when Mother calls us in. From the place where we've been. When the sky is cast in shadow. When there's black upon the stair. We go to sleep wondering. About the gold that was there.
All the little ducks go quack, quack, quack. Each with his feathers like a little brown pack. Mother duck guides the little things. When they eat, their beaks make pings. They are so cute, I would give a hoot. To pick them up and hug them!
O, the world is full of imagination. Yes, the world is full of sensation. Like, the Quild, has 100 toes. Three eyes and a ring on his nose. Or the zoop-zoop. I must say, For many a day he has splayed. His limbs to extremities. He calls it "Limbities". The whateoop, the dreadful beast, Has 5 million teeth. At least. Or the larm. Has no end of charm. She is beautiful, Wonderful, But alas, she is blunderful. I am afraid, these things are not real. So, let's imaginate them in zeal.
You don't have to change the world. You don't have to save the world. All you have to do is smile. For a while. Give a pep talk. Take a little walk. Just smile